The Crutch

So there you have it. Hip Hop? The epitome of Style aka SWAGGER has created its own demise. Relevancy is as current as the now. Not then. It’s not about hating, tastes, or even skill. It’s about how it’s carried. That’s why we have Lindsey Lohan’s and Paris Hiltons in the world to. People love people in the spotlight no matter how wack they are. These guys are just Hip Hop’s pop illusionist. People who claim to be changing the world but are really broke frauds trying to keep what doe they have buy telling you how well off they are.Don’t believe me? I double dog dare you to Listen Soulja Boy’s “Turn my Swag On”. He basically screams annoyingly lazy and drags the words over a hard beat.

“im back againnnnn,
i know a lot of yall thought i wasn’t coming back…..
yeeeeea, yeeeeea
i had to prove them wronggggg,
got back in tha studio and came up with another hit
yeeeeea, yeeeeea”

Am I wrong for wanting to be entertained intellectually? I find myself listening to the non-Hip Pop artists just to get a lyric fix. Sometimes in an attempt to stay separate from the Pop stuff, they go way left field with the beats. I remember when I was producing a group they tried to change their image by dumbing down their content. I was shocked that they would put their artistic integrity on the line to sell records, which they never did after the change. Hmm. Hop Pop dumbs down lyrics,Hip Hop over compensates to stay “pure”. Fucked up but it makes sense. But in all the BEAT is still King! The Ultimate Crutch!!!!!!

Bathroom Line (A Stress Blog on the run)

Is there etiquette to the bathrooms at lounges? Most lounges in NYC have a happy hour which roughly starts around 4pm and goes to 8pm. By then, if you are like me, you a proper fuct staggering to through the now crowded alley of a lounge looking for the can. Boom! The line appears. 10 people fidgeting looking into space trying to ignore their bladder’s call for relief. I found my remedy for ignoring my bladder and the surrounding party crowd by typing this post. It may look like I’m tryna look important, but hey it is what it is. The fuck am I supposed to do, strike up a conversation with the girl next to me hopping on one foot. (Ha, she’s trying to read what I’m writing).

5 mins on this line and I’m finally at the front of the line waiting for one of the two unisex bathrooms to free up. This is an awkward position. Everyone on the line eyes you. “Damn I wish I was there.” “I got to piss.” “Why doesn’t that guy knock on the door to get them out of there.” “Hope he doesn’t do a number two.” How do I know that’s what their saying? Easy, that’s what I was thinking when I wasn’t in front. Whew. As I write this sentence in the can. (finally) I realize that I’m really foul. Not in the sense of the bodily functions, but the fact that I’m already done and I’m writing a freakin blog entry in the can. Damn. The next in line is probably wondering what I’m doing. With that said, here are my top five no no’s of the lounge bathroom line:

#1 - Don’t blog in the john! (LOL)
#2 - Try to keep you cool on line no matter how bad you gots to go. Someone is always looking?laughing.
#3 - Keep line convos to a minimum, unless you know the person or tryna get them to join you in the john. Anything other than that is just weird.
#4 - Try not to stare into space. Half the time you look like a Forrest Gump waiting in line to meet the President.
#5 - When you get in the can. Do your do and leave asking God to not return to the line.

Cheers!!!!